Accessories at Large
To the gloves that leapt from my pocket,
To the brolly that stayed on the train –
You wanted freedom, so go out and rock it !
We never shall meet again.
I hope you’re not in the gutter,
Or locked in the lost-and-found –
For why should my loss be turned into clutter,
That benefits no-one around ?
I hope you are roaming distant lands,
Passed-on as your comfort spreads –
I hope you are warming worthier hands,
And sheltering fairer heads.
Rhyming Couplets 